Hammer and Tong

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I wrote myself a song about waiting for New Normals to wake up and not trying to be a douche about it. Failing.

Not rap this time. A little Motown inspired, or something heading in that direction. I dunno, I love music and don’t really get a huge say in what comes out. It just seems to want to do it’s thing. Here it is.

The sentiment is that although one can be very intense at times on injustice and right-livelihood, I am also aware that on some level I’m a child spiritually and reserve the right to call myself out on being too ‘correct’ or ‘positional’ or ‘all knowing’. The fact is, I have worked hard - like many here, to find out what the actual f’k is going on behind the scenes (Substack tells me I read 2 million words in 3 months on their app alone), in the ways and workings of the world, but in the end there is a peace and a strength that is not of me but exists in surrender to the now. The miracle of forgiveness is not about finding evils and ills and then offering your pardon as if you are almighty, but rather to look, wait and judge not.

It’s what lets the anger and sense of control slip away and give ourselves a bit of rest. This does not mean you don’t say 'no’ or stand up for yourself (after all compliance is cowardice) it is more of a ‘be in the world but not of it’ vibe. It simply means that you acknowledge your status as second with Creator/Universe/God as fundamentally the correct relationship.

I guess it’s a soul jam. A spiritual, but in all honesty also the lower self is included. This is what comes out in the line “waiting on the sidelines, cheering them on, making slick memes and writing mad songs”. That’s me feeling a little righteous and snooty at clown world.

That’s it for now. No dissertation on the evils of digital prisons or medical malfeasance. Just a little introspection and groove.

Love to everyone.

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Hammer and Tong.

C Hitting the bags Em keeps me goin’

Am So much drama in the wind now blowing’

C Sun on my back Em garden growin’

Am Food for the body politic not knowing’

C6 Waiting on the sidelines

Em7 Cheering them on

Am Making slick memes, writing mad songs

C Forsaking tricks schemes, Em righting bad wrongs

Am Since I was sixteen I been hammer and tong

Fmaj7 Strangle the world that Fm6 needed a saviour,

Em7 Man was I trippin’ Am bad behaviour

Fmaj7 Thought i was right about the Fm6 way it worked

Em7 Preaching like a Karen man E7 I was a jerk

C Wearing troubles like Em a rattle-snake skin

Am None as stupid as this one thinking

C Meditate Em mend my ways no one to haunt me

Am If God’s the Big dude I’m just a shorty

C6 Waiting on the sidelines

Em7 Cheering them on

Am Making slick memes, writing mad songs

C Forsaking tricks schemes, Em righting bad wrongs

Am Since I was sixteen been hammer and tong

Fmaj7 Strangle the world that Fm6 needed a saviour,

Em7 man was I trippin’ Am bad behaviour

Fmaj7 Thought i was right about the Fm6 way it worked

Em7 Preaching like a Karen man E7 I was a jerk